I could feel the heat rising inside her. A few minutes into it, I felt mom’s legs shaking. They couldn’t support her. I realised she was about to ...um. Then at that moment, I wanted nothing more than to taste her cum.I pulled myself away, saying, “Mom turn around and sit on the kitchen table. I want to taste your pussy.” Mom smiled and turned around. She lifted her gown above her waist and sat on the kitchen table, clearing everything on it. Leaning back on the wall, she spread her legs wide.She. She wasn't shy about; she really started to go to town. I felt my asshole getting really moist and slick but, I have to admit, it felt really good."Close your eyes." Another commandI did. And then I sensed that she had moved her mouth away from my ass and had stood up. The next thing I felt was a pressure on my asshole. "Oh, No!" I thought. And the pressure got greater, more intense."I'm going to be as gentle as I can," she said, "but quicker is probably better."I felt a thrust against my. Wait a minute; I will put some whipped cream on it."Mister Anderson put a big glob of whipped cream on the tip of his cock and pushed her head forward until her lips came in contact with the pumpkin and the cream. She just opened her mouth and sucked it all down because it tasted so good and she was not upset at Mister Anderson's cock in her mouth. She just hoped his wife didn't find out because she was reputed to be a very jealous type who didn't mind using her boots on girls that tried to. "The credit rating of each customer was carefully noted, but it was not always known who had arranged what their spending limit was to be. The Royal Kobekistani Bank would issue tokens to bidders with a credit limit listed by token number, and a copy of the list was sent to the auctioneer. Thus until the bidder made known his token number, these were not identified personally to the auction house. Ramzy El-Najjar had never before had more than two thousand Kobesti arranged, and often eunuchs.